with a clenched fist
my heart beats
biting my lip
hard on myself for doing it again
falling on the same pit of pain
with the cold heart still I trusted
thought it was real
but is anything real
are we real is the world we know real
doubting everything
in the tomb where my heart lays
the flesh still smells
doubting everything
like a flute you played my mind
oh they are smart
what doesn't kill you reduces your days
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